Snow Day

Introspective look back at my childhood

 

Speckles of sugar rest on my sill

The little one, second to the right

On the thick, oak front door the previous owner's kid scratched

With his bike while attempting the Johnny Crash Test Trick.

 

I told her this morning

It was going to snow, but she didn't believe me.

It isn't often that I am right.

 

I spied carefully through our back window of the house we just purchased.

It was forest green, her favorite color.

Mine is blue, but I always will have the sky and water for me.

 

As I looked, I watched the Stevenson's kids make their first angel in the new fallen snow.

It was only fifteen years ago I was doing the same.

Oh my, fifteen years ago...

 

Looking down at my watch, a present from my fiancée’s parents,

I saw I was going to be late for work.

This day I didn't real care though.

 

It was snowing out

And that means it's a snow day for me.

I wonder if the Stevenson's kids need help with that snowman...

Reviews

[James Horsley]

Beautiful imagery and an easy concept to connect with. You've captured he feel and emotions of those winter days to a tee.
Well done.